Becky was your pet. And not in a way that makes you a bad person. She was a hybrid dog. Despite her body looking like young adult’s, inside her was hiding a silly pup.

You were looking for her, wanting to prepare her to bed, but then you found her in front of part of the wall that was made of glass. She was growling at something. "What are you growling at?" You asked her.

"There is a squirrel." She growled.